The sunlight is as passionate as flowers,
bordering the sidewalk of a song.
Clouds shape its golden apertures for hours,
Shifting with each breeze that comes along.
The day becomes a mustard-colored sunbeam
falling through the window of your smile.
Mystical sensations, headed downstream,
sit upon your windowsill awhile.
How beautifully the choir of the mountains,
Sings to its rapt audience of blue!
As dancing down a corridor of fountains,
We all toss in coins and make this wish for you:
Long may you love the loveliness of Earth!
And celebrate with joy your day of birth!!!
Many Happy returns of the day
bordering the sidewalk of a song.
Clouds shape its golden apertures for hours,
Shifting with each breeze that comes along.
The day becomes a mustard-colored sunbeam
falling through the window of your smile.
Mystical sensations, headed downstream,
sit upon your windowsill awhile.
How beautifully the choir of the mountains,
Sings to its rapt audience of blue!
As dancing down a corridor of fountains,
We all toss in coins and make this wish for you:
Long may you love the loveliness of Earth!
And celebrate with joy your day of birth!!!
Many Happy returns of the day
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